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  • Caitlin Jade (5/27/2013 8:50:00 PM) Post reply

    to be someones hero is the greatest honour you can give
    its both a challenge to accomplish and a gift
    a person not only kind at heart but respective
    is the highest medal which anyone can uplift.

    to this on this day of honour and respect
    let me be your hero on this day
    for every moment we reflect
    how you made each moment better than today

    your special to me and no day should prove what i feel
    to have a wonderful mother to share every hour with
    even when i cant deal i know you will always feel
    and with this no moment in time will change that gift.

    Im proud to be part of your life
    the compassion we share the stories we compare
    you make me feel alive and taught me to believe
    and with you its like walking on air

    one day in a life time every year to explain how i feel
    you deserve appreciation everyday every minute
    let me be your hero and ill put everything i feel
    and you'll never have an unfruitful day

    Happy Mothers Day Mom.

  • John Hess Rookie - 1st Stage (5/26/2013 12:21:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    In The Comfort Of My Dreams

    I close my eyes in the comfort of my dreams;
    Reconstructing its land, pierced by a stream.
    The sky I paint with whites and blue;
    Birds soaring high, through and through.

    The plushest of grass and tallest of trees;
    Decorate the land as far as can see.
    Flowers now created to fullest of bloom;
    They scent the air with their perfume.

    A mountain now, in the far distance;
    Snow cap tops, now in existence.
    The sun to shine with its warm rays;
    Lasting forever throughout the days.

    A gentle breeze crosses the land;
    All plant life swaying by its hand.
    A comfort to know I still can imagine;
    But missing something, something called passion.

    So now I stand here in the comfort of my dreams;
    Watching the picture coming apart at the seams.
    And try as I might I find I can't hold it;
    The cost is too great to simply ignore it.

    Shut my eyes harder, clearing my mind;
    Searching for answers, but it's you that I find.
    The mountains in the distance begin to crumble;
    My beautiful wife now causes me to stumble.

    Back turned to me, she walks away;
    Grass and trees no longer sway.
    Whites and blue turn to gray;
    For the voices have woken and they say.

    'Pain is your calling, she's yours no more;
    Your dreams are fading and shall never soar.'
    'The climate of your dream has been destroyed;
    Replaced by its wake is this endless void.'

    To dream again is my one passion;
    But with you on my mind everything goes ashen.
    I know that your future holds me no more;
    And to move on without you tears at my core.

    I know that our fights, our children do hate;
    Affected them so, as of late.
    Now it seems the end is closing in soon;
    I feel trapped, alone, as if marooned.

    Truth be told, it is you that I seek;
    Dreams an escape now, I've become so weak.
    For reality now, has become my nightmare;
    And my dreams now, holds all that I dare.

    For here in my climate of dreams;
    You hold me for all time, has become the theme.
    For this is the place that I remember when;
    Laughter and love was hand in hand.

    So here in the climate of my dreams;
    The fabric of time has no seams.
    Together we stand ever so close;
    And to make it last time even slows.

    My heart you have captured, to the end of time;
    But reality breaks through and this is a crime.
    For without you I stand and my dreams fall apart;
    Never knowing my course or where to start.

    So I close my eyes in the comfort of my dreams;
    Reconstructing its land, pierced by a stream.
    The sky I paint with whites and blue;
    You by my side, through and through...

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    • Diana Rose Tolentino Rookie - 1st Stage (5/30/2013 6:52:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      This is one of the best poems i have read so far. The words and the emotions seems to pour out smoothly from this page unto my heart.

    • Vartika Pandey Rookie - 1st Stage (5/26/2013 12:46:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      Your beautiful poem relives the style of William Wordsworth and the best of romantic poetry.. Congratulations friend! I love this rhyme..

  • Linda Griffin Rookie - 1st Stage (5/24/2013 7:38:00 AM) Post reply

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    Relevance is a word I'll use
    It's meaning is so much more
    It's something I find within myself
    God's gift to who I can be

    I can not begin to comprehend
    Why someone like Hin would see
    The insignifant me that I am
    In all but His unconditional love

    It's doesn't matter about my past
    The forgiveness is beyond degree
    His mercy and grace is all I need
    Due to the importance He put me in

  • Allian Bern Fuentes Rookie - 1st Stage (5/24/2013 1:48:00 AM) Post reply

    Faster Than A Second

    I seek to break things down
    Don't even know what it was for
    I seek to steal your crown
    Don't even know who sits in the throne

    Then I saw a light came from above
    It closed my eyes and I faced me in the dark

    I bow down on the lies
    Play money all nights
    With my uncertain hands I believe
    Like there's no one mighty to save

    Then I saw a light came from above
    It closed my eyes and I faced me in the dark

    You snatch the wrong things I have done
    Own the identity I have become
    Faster than a second
    You take my darkness and give me light
    Forever live in my life
    Faster than a second

  • Roann Mendriq Rookie - 1st Stage (5/23/2013 5:04:00 AM) Post reply

    Weaving golden memories,
    in the spindle of my mind;
    Adrift upon a silken breeze,
    of patchwork so designed.

    I lose my thread of errant thought;
    with every stitch I drop;
    And find the memory I sought,
    till panic slows to stop.

    Busy at my memory loom,
    I weave myself some laughter;
    As an intricate costume,
    for a happily ever after.

    I start to smile in reverie,
    at life's quirky little riches;
    Chuckling soft inside of me,
    I find myself in stitches.

    Tangled in the silken skeins,
    I pause and use my skill;
    To break free from the chains,
    To stop myself unravel.

    A tranquil tapestry arises,
    it comes from who knows whence;
    Cross stitch scolds, chastises,
    Blanket stitch, a reminiscence.

    Embroidery at this juncture,
    in everything I do;
    Is a parrallel acupuncture,
    of an applique of you.

  • Nicholas. B Fielding Rookie - 1st Stage (5/22/2013 9:32:00 AM) Post reply

    The Beast

    This wretched plague that is up on you,
    Lays its yellow eyes upon you,
    The willing creature that slowly hunts you,
    Calls the fear that is inside you,
    Under the blanket of the jungle,
    Confines you both forever together, now
    Forever fighting, forever thinking of the one,
    The one you yearn for, the one you burn for,
    The one you call for more and more
    The one you call your paramour.

    Fear someday the beast will falter,
    Best the unbeatable beast of burden,
    Give all yourself, the pieces all of them,
    Doubtlessly these things you given,
    Unthinkable these thing have happened
    This is not the one,
    Your confidante, the one you love,

    The hole inside you grows yet deeper
    With every inch the beast does creep,
    Creep towards your steeping soul,
    Pain inside the deep hole grows,
    You scream a silent scream,
    But no sound shall pierce your lips

    ‘Oh god please release me’

    From my current tribulations,
    From my current situations,
    Into the arms of my lover,

    Inamorata, inamorata!

    You wish to be forever there,
    Forever more,
    Forever with your paramour.

  • Caitlin Jade Rookie - 1st Stage (5/22/2013 4:51:00 AM) Post reply

    A male vistor with the features of a man but different eyes
    grabs my mind and consumes it with every word which posions my mind
    a good person but hiding in the shadow is his disguise,
    when cutting myself is the only thing he assigned

    take the blade in your hand and slowly drag it down your arm
    watch yourself bleed till your arm starts to burn like the fire
    till suddenly you feel the connection and disarm
    the pain in my arm and head shot up like a wire

    no tears fell from my eyes no sorrow made me cry
    the emotions i feel are nothing more than what they tell me
    emptiness deadness and blank grey sky
    cause the feeling is dead as they watch you bleed.

  • Caitlin Jade Rookie - 1st Stage (5/21/2013 7:26:00 PM) Post reply

    The voices in your head send me falling to the ground
    the stares burn darkness into my soul and i cant be found
    the moments the bring me down cause endless pain
    the endless roller coaster i can never get off and will never gain

    the waves crash on me the sun burns me down
    but i still go out and touch the waves
    the amount od trying keeps you going keeping you safe and sound
    but ends up keeping me hurt lost in the darkest caves.

    the person out there they all believe in where is he for me
    why the moments i need it the most you are never there
    the feelings of belief stops coming when prayers are never seen
    sometimes i stop fighting just cause i feel scared.

  • Vizo Meyase Rookie - 1st Stage (5/20/2013 11:33:00 PM) Post reply

    If I die: My Soul to Take;

    Thee soul in rest;
    Apart from the flesh,
    Departs from the rest

    Alone it is, rest alone in peace.
    To world a dead flesh:
    To soul; a world alive

    The beat of heart stops,
    The soul start to haunt,
    For a land to soar high for a place:

    Heaven above…
    Yet the soul feels the fall of paradise

    Heaven beyond, sky I gazed,
    Ground I walked;
    Ground beneath I’m buried,

    Heaven still above,
    Blind I became,
    Crying I came,
    Smiled I Learnt, to heart I laughed
    Shall I leave tears to many?
    Thousand dreams I dreamt,
    I’d seen millions smiled.

    Life is but a candle: burning down.
    We lived to die, turning to dust.
    She melts down, burning to bottom remains.
    So does this life…?
    We live within but for a remain soul;
    A soul that seeks for a free land

    Womb to tomb; Mud to dust,
    Empty flesh I came; empty handed I’d lounge.

    Shadows followed me
    Me to become one;
    I am, but only a shadow now…

    If I die: my Soul to be seized;

  • Rachel Branscombe Rookie - 1st Stage (5/19/2013 6:51:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Does anyone actually know any poetry contests one can enter?

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    • Charles Darnell Rookie - 1st Stage (5/19/2013 3:24:00 PM) Post reply

      Rachel, The current edition of Poet's Market 2013 has a long list of contests you can enter. I trust this publication as they tend to list legitimate organizations, publishers, etc. I would be caref ... more

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